I am not exactly sure why being infatuated with your playmate or your next-door neighbor is being called that way but there you are. I remember thinking that I would love to spend the whole day with this neighbor of ours. I was ten or eleven that time. He lived next door, a much older guy who smiled a lot at me and would tease me about being too fair-complexioned. About a year later, he went to the province to continue studying there.
I still remember his name. Jun. Oh, he gave me a sandwich and an ice cream. That’s why I fell in (puppy) love.
And I moved on to the next great love of my life.
